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Thursdays are odd
Aug. 4th, 2016 12:14 pmMy husband pointed out that, in the European way, today's date is 4/8/16, or 2^2, 2^3, 2^4.
I don't have grand jury duty today, for the third week in a row. We were told that having even one day off would be a rare occurrence. I'll enjoy the extra sleep and the chance at getting my own work done. I've decided to try consulting for realz, and my pitch needs some work.
Today Mac followed me into the bathroom when I went in to take my shower, and perched on the top of the toilet tank. He was very polite and didn't know the Kleenex box or the empty toilet paper roll off. He stayed there while I took my shower, and paid careful attention afterwards as I took my morning medication and brushed my teeth, etc. When I was done he cheerfully led me through the door, but headed off towards his food bowl instead of the bedroom. Nice try, but I wasn't following.
I talked to my neurologist yesterday. He pointed out that I have the JC virus (named for the first fellow they found who had it). It's very common; seventy or so percent of people have it. What matters, though, is that the virus can cause a horrible, fatal, non-curable brain disease called PML, and the only thing that's keeping it at bay is my immune system. If my immune system is destroyed, like the chemotherapy treatment I want to have, my chances of getting PML (the horrible, fatal, non-curable brain disease) go up.
He's going to see if the Sheffield doctors have anything to say about this. We'll see.
I don't have grand jury duty today, for the third week in a row. We were told that having even one day off would be a rare occurrence. I'll enjoy the extra sleep and the chance at getting my own work done. I've decided to try consulting for realz, and my pitch needs some work.
Today Mac followed me into the bathroom when I went in to take my shower, and perched on the top of the toilet tank. He was very polite and didn't know the Kleenex box or the empty toilet paper roll off. He stayed there while I took my shower, and paid careful attention afterwards as I took my morning medication and brushed my teeth, etc. When I was done he cheerfully led me through the door, but headed off towards his food bowl instead of the bedroom. Nice try, but I wasn't following.
I talked to my neurologist yesterday. He pointed out that I have the JC virus (named for the first fellow they found who had it). It's very common; seventy or so percent of people have it. What matters, though, is that the virus can cause a horrible, fatal, non-curable brain disease called PML, and the only thing that's keeping it at bay is my immune system. If my immune system is destroyed, like the chemotherapy treatment I want to have, my chances of getting PML (the horrible, fatal, non-curable brain disease) go up.
He's going to see if the Sheffield doctors have anything to say about this. We'll see.
